Patience

It's been a while since I left my message. Don't know if
it came through to you, if it reached you to tell what I wanted
to let you know.
I feel so familiar inside, an anxiety which warms me.
I wait in patience, because I know that this fear is not founded.
I know that you love me, you just have to. I don't want
to find out again what it feels like to be on my own again.
Like the mouse says: "you're my world, my ev'rything". Each day
again as I sit here far away from where I want to be.
This feeling fades but still I didn't hear from you.
I sit here at the desk staring at this book while dreaming of you.
Waiting...
for your words.